Write a teacher's composition

Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone often sees composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. So do you know how to write a good essay? Below is a composition about teachers that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. Writing a teacher's composition 1

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by. In the blink of an eye, I quietly entered the sixth grade. There are many people and things that have disappeared in the long river of memory, but there is one teacher who remains fresh in my memory.

That teacher is my first grade teacher Zhang. She has delicate features and beautiful eyes, and she taught me a lot of knowledge and life principles with her eloquent mouth.

I remember one time, the school was going to hold a fairy tale competition, and the fairy tales of the students who won the first prize could be included in a book - "Children's Heart Literature Garden". I was very happy. As soon as I got home, I told my parents that I wanted to participate and asked them to make up a fairy tale with me. I loved telling fairy tales at that time, so I told a little story I made up and asked my parents to modify it. The next day, after I handed it in, Teacher Zhang praised me for being great at making up such a good fairy tale. When I got the book later, I found that my fairy tale had actually been published, and it was still on the first page. The childish me at that time was really happy. From then on I started to have the motivation to write. Although six years have passed, I will never forget the joy I felt when I got that book.

Another time, Teacher Zhang said he wanted to buy books online and wanted to give me a copy. I thought the teacher was just joking. Unexpectedly, a few days later, Teacher Zhang called me to her office. I thought there was something important, but when I arrived, I realized that it was to fulfill the promise made last time. The teacher took a copy of Yang Hongying's "Diary of a Laughing Cat - Tiger Cat, Where Are You" and said to me: "Yingying, I I don’t know what kind of math you like, but people of your age probably like Yang Hongying, so I guess you will like it.” “Well, thank you, Teacher Zhang,” I felt so happy when I held this book in my hands. Warmth, I feel Teacher Zhang’s expectations and love for me.

Since then, I have fallen in love with Yang Hongying’s books, reading, and Chinese.

I will never forget what the teacher gave me. I will never forget the book the teacher gave me. I will never forget the love the teacher gave me. Your love is as warm as the sun and as harmonious as the spring. A clear spring is as sweet as a spring. I love you forever! Writing a Teacher's Composition 2

Six years have passed in such a hurry, gone. Those beautiful memories can only be kept and recalled slowly.

Instead of sitting in the examination room and writing furiously, it is better to quietly recall the good things...

There is no longer a sense of depression, and the not tall figure seems to appear in front of me again. , that little look that makes me most unforgettable...

That day, in Teacher Hao’s activity class, the students had a great time. I also followed everyone, shuttling back and forth between the long ropes.

Follow the classmate in front of you, lift your feet lightly and jump forward. Just as I jumped up again, the long rope was suddenly thrown over my head, like a waving whip, raising stones on the ground and rushing towards my feet. I just felt a burning sensation, my center of gravity was unstable, my body tilted, and I leaned forward. Suddenly, uncontrollable pain swept through his hands, aching.

It hurts! I gritted my teeth and squatted on the ground.

At this time, Teacher Hao came over. Raising my head, I stared at Teacher Hao.

A rare touch of tenderness appeared on her serious face. Looking into her eyes inadvertently, there seemed to be a gurgling love flowing in those bright eyes.

It was just a small look, but my heart felt warm.

Just a small look has already eliminated the pain in my hands.

"Where does it hurt? Are you hurt?" Teacher Hao said lightly. Looking at her, I shook my head, dusted myself off, and stood up.

Looking into Teacher Hao's eyes again, those bright eyes were still filled with endless tenderness.

My heart is filled with happiness...

As the sun shines down, everything under that huge fireball is bright. That figure who was not tall was so tall now, and those eyes that were still serious now had a gentleness that was like water...

Six years have passed by in a hurry. Those beautiful past, that little look, let it be buried deep in the memory, and when I recall it, it is unforgettable...

That one, the little look that I will never forget the most... Writing about the teacher's composition 3

She is tall and thin, her black hair is always draped over her shoulders, like a black chocolate waterfall, she wears glasses on the high bridge of her nose, and she speaks like a breeze. Through our ears, who is she? She is my favorite Teacher Su.

We all love to listen to Teacher Su’s lectures. There is one class that I can’t forget even now. It was a Tuesday, and the classroom was extremely quiet. The students were all sitting upright. Why was this? It turns out that today we are going to have a special math class. Today we are going to learn "grams and kilograms". Yesterday, Teacher Su had assigned a unique assignment. Each person brought an item of about one kilogram to facilitate weighing during class. Unexpectedly, the classroom turned into a "food paradise" the next day. Some people brought biscuits, some brought apples, and some brought salt... It was really dazzling! The most special thing is that someone brought a big and round watermelon, which made the students in our class drool with greed. We even wanted to turn into a bird, fly to the watermelon and eat it up. Seeing the performance of the students, Teacher Su smiled and said: "Whoever listens carefully in class today will be rewarded!" After hearing Teacher Su's words, the students straightened their backs and Teacher Su nodded with satisfaction. The class started. Teacher Su spoke seriously on the podium, and the students listened attentively. The students studied this class very carefully. With the crisp ringing of the end of get out of class, the students rushed to the podium with cheers. Teacher Su gave each of us a piece of watermelon, as well as biscuits and apples... I ate the watermelon in two or three mouthfuls, "Wow, it's so sweet!" The students said loudly, this was really an unforgettable morning math class!

Although Teacher Su no longer teaches us, I will never forget Teacher Su. I love you, my dearest Teacher Su! I will always keep you in my heart, and that special math class will become the best memory in my heart! Writing a Teacher's Composition 4

Our class in fifth grade has a new head teacher named Sun. Teacher Sun is of medium height and has small eyes, which reflects an amiable look, which makes me feel that all the time Very warm. At first I thought he was a particularly gentle teacher, but later I realized that he was very strict.

I still remember that after the third class in the afternoon, because Teacher Sun went to a meeting, the class became a mess. Some students chased each other and fought, and some whispered and made loud noises. It was so lively, but at some point, Teacher Sun suddenly stood quietly at the back of the classroom. I don't know who shouted "Teacher Sun is behind me", and the whole class suddenly became quiet, as if the air had condensed. The students were all crestfallen, like prisoners, waiting for severe punishment from the law. Teacher Sun walked quietly from the back door. On the podium, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and finally the volcano erupted.

Teacher Sun’s thunderous voice sounded like a cannon. Do you know what time it is now? It’s a self-study class. Does the self-study class allow you to do whatever you want in the classroom? Listen, you can’t hear a sound in the whole building, but as soon as I stepped into the teaching building, I heard the sound of our class. The first-grade children all Aren't you ashamed of knowing how to do your homework?

Teacher Sun fired a series of cannons at us, which was deafening and still fresh in our memory.

Although Mr. Dapao criticized his classmates for being rude, he taught mathematics meticulously. No matter what mathematical problem he had to wait for us to understand, he would not stop. It is precisely because of Mr. Sun that our mathematics scores were so good. From low to high, I really admire Teacher Cannon.

Composition 5 for teachers

You used all the love in your heart to dye the color of my youth; you used your persistent beliefs to create the unyielding character of my character... Teacher, you shine in the spark of my life!

Among many teachers, the most profound one is Teacher Wu. I remember that time...

That day, the weather was sunny, and the birds were singing for the good weather. , but my body is not very harmonious. It feels like there is a fire burning in my body. It is also like being in a steamer with cold sweat on my forehead. It is also like a hypnotist beside me, making me dizzy - I Got a fever. I didn't know about it at first and thought it was just too hot. Later, my classmates thought something was wrong with me and called the teacher over. After the teacher arrived, he anxiously walked to me and touched my forehead, "Ah!" The teacher screamed, causing the whole class to look in my direction. The next voice was: " It's so hot! I have a fever!" The teacher said in surprise. After a moment, the teacher picked up the phone and called my parents. My parents happened to go to Thailand to enjoy the world together. After thinking about it, the teacher decided to take me to the cafeteria to have some sleep. Porridge was given to me to eat, but I was really "dark" today. The ingredients in the canteen were all used up. It was now past three o'clock in the afternoon and there was no food to buy. In desperation, the teacher had to take me to his home. Teacher Wu was very worried. Be careful. She drives a motorcycle. In order to prevent me from getting cold, she took a taxi with her own money. On the way, I kept wondering whether the teacher could make porridge. As expected, Teacher Wu couldn’t. Cooking porridge, I was still scared at first, but after seeing her serious look, I was no longer scared. I kept watching her busy back while she was doing it, and I couldn't help but shed tears. I have never been afraid of anyone except my mother. Besides, he was such a kind person to me. When Teacher Wu brought the porridge to me, I quickly wiped my tears. Teacher Wu said sheepishly: "It's my first time. It's not very delicious. I'll give it up." Take it!" When I picked up the spoon and was about to eat it, the teacher snatched the spoon away, blew on it gently, and put it to my mouth. At this time, I was shocked, but the next second I I hugged the teacher tightly for a long time.

In my heart, you are "the true seed, the messenger of goodness, and the banner of beauty." Writing a Teacher's Composition 6

In the spring afternoon, we are always drowsy and lack concentration in class. But as soon as we came into contact with Teacher Li's bright and tender eyes, and heard her voice that was as melodious as a lark singing, our sleepyhead disappeared without a trace. Sometimes, Teacher Li will tell us jokes. When she tells jokes, she still has a delicate and quiet face, with the dimples on her cheeks that always appear and disappear, making her look naughty and wise. Whenever this happens, we always feel from the bottom of our hearts: Teacher Li is not a teacher, she is our big sister!

Yes, in countless classes, Teacher Li’s meaningful teachings are like rain and dew, nourishing our young souls who are infinitely thirsty for knowledge; in countless mornings, It was Teacher Li's soft and gentle words: "Students, you have read early. Start studying seriously!" It accompanies us to start a day filled with the morning light and the fragrance of books and ink; for countless noondays, she is slender and graceful. Her figure was always the first to appear at the school's big iron gate. She, who lives in Fanshan, still had to watch us line up and leave one by one before she could feel at ease; how many dusk... . ah! dusk!

In the evening, when we go home happily with our parents, Teacher Li still has to correct our homework and prepare tomorrow's text. She is always so tireless and motivated! Teacher Li, you are our role model, the red sun in our hearts, you are the patron saint resting beside us, you are a beautiful angel!

I remember: You often looked at us quietly and intently. When we ask you, you always smile and say that you are very happy because you can grow up with us.

At that moment, I thought you were the most beautiful!

Teacher Li, you have an extremely pure heart, and we are proud to grow up beside you! But you don’t know————You don’t know at all————You don’t know our admiration for you and our love for you. Writing about teachers 7

Teacher Nie is the head teacher and Chinese teacher of our class. I want to give her a big thumbs up for being responsible.

Although Teacher Nie went home for maternity leave a month ago, I was very impressed by what she did for our classmates during the period before her leave.

At that time, Teacher Nie was already 6 months pregnant, and her belly was so big that it looked like she had a rubber ball stuffed in her clothes. For this "ball", Teacher Nie has to lean back and sway when walking. Although it is difficult to move, Teacher Nie has not relaxed at all in our requirements: if the homework is not well written, we must rewrite it, if we do not bring the book, we must trace it to the end, and if the discipline is not good, we must sit quietly... Although it is very strict, we know that Teacher Nie is It's good for us, not to mention it's not easy for a pregnant person to work so hard every day. Therefore, we love Teacher Nie even more.

The afternoon before Teacher Nie went on vacation, she called me as the Chinese class representative to the office. When Teacher Nie saw me coming, she stopped what she was doing and said to me earnestly: "Xu Wenfei, you are the Chinese class representative. You should pay more attention to the Chinese learning of our class. If the new teacher has anything to do with us, The habits of the class are different and if you don’t adapt to it, you can send me a WeChat message and I will communicate with the new teacher. Okay, it’s okay, go play, I will explain most things clearly to the new teacher.” The words brought tears to my eyes. Teacher Nie still thinks about the study of our class when he can completely let go. This responsible spirit is so touching!

I want to give a thumbs up to the responsible Teacher Nie! Writing a teacher's composition 8

Touch! bump! bump! When I first entered the first grade of elementary school, my heart was beating wildly. There was only one idiom that could describe my whole mood: uneasy. Because this is my first time going to school, and it is my first time to get along with a person called "teacher". Fortunately, in my previous life, I "burned good incense" so that I could come to this "magic school" and meet a group of teachers who were extremely knowledgeable.

In primary school, there are many beautiful and elegant female teachers and handsome and humorous male teachers, who provide me with a rich learning environment. For example, Teacher Yu Lun is the one with the brightest smile, the gentlest tone, and the most willing to answer my wild questions. She often guides me patiently, so I like to hang around and chat with the teacher after class; the beautiful and generous Shun has a gentle temperament. Teacher Ri, she is a beautiful fairy. She speaks softly and will not curse even if she is angry. She is always busy and has to find time to guide us to practice the recorder, so she often gets off work very late. She is elegant and elegant. Teacher Pei Qing, who is gentle, graceful, kind and considerate, has sleek black hair, big eyes like grapes, and a small cherry mouth. She is the most confident and demanding of me. She often Give me a chance to try and ask me to do my best; Teacher Shijie, who is handsome but often has a serious expression, is the most humorous and funny in private. He is also the teacher who loves and cares about me the most. He often teaches me how to be a good person and standardize my behavior. As long as he is by my side, I feel like I am in a strong and safe fortress, and I will never have to worry about anything.

Almost every school teacher has his own unique magic to lead us little devils towards the goal of life. A celebrity once said: "A good teacher is a noble person in a child's life. "I am very lucky to have many noble people.

The teacher is like a lighthouse, guiding the ships in the vast sea. He stands high on the seashore. No matter it is windy or rainy, he shines in the darkness and rescues the lost ships. Although every day, the bell has already sounded. when! when! The bell rang, and the students were already out of school. However, all the teachers continue to be busy preparing for tomorrow's activities. Because of the selfless dedication of the teachers, we have a superior learning environment.

So primary school teachers are the best! Writing about the teacher's composition 9

I have seen many hands, but not many hands can leave a deep impression on me. But there is one pair of hands that makes me very unforgettable. This is the hand that taught me for three years. Teacher Zhang’s hands are warm and encouraging.

Teacher Zhang’s hands are thin, probably because she writes frequently. The skin on her hands is smooth and fair, her fingers are long, and her nails are neatly trimmed.

Teacher Zhang’s hands were warm. Once I was selected into the broadcasting room to read the manuscript. I was very nervous while reading. The hands holding the manuscript were sweating. When I turned over the manuscript , accidentally, the staple cut my hand, and blood gushed out. I endured the pain, and when I finished reading the manuscript, I rushed out the door. As soon as I went out, I ran into Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang saw me Covering his hand, he grabbed my hand with his warm hands and looked: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" His face was full of worry, and he took me into his office and found a band-aid. , he slowly and gently pressed it against me with his warm hands. Teacher Zhang’s hands were so warm and light. At this moment, it seemed as if there was a warm current flowing straight into my heart, and the wound no longer hurt so much. .

Teacher Zhang’s hand gave me encouragement. When I was in the third grade, Teacher Zhang chose me to be the team leader. The teacher gave me many “important responsibilities” and “valued” me very much. Once, a classmate left without memorizing ancient poems. I couldn't let him go like this. If I let him go, I would be irresponsible to him. So, I took a shortcut and caught him and took him to the teacher. There, when I accused him of his "crime", the teacher slapped me heavily on the shoulder and said, "You are really a responsible team leader." After hearing the teacher's praise, I was also very proud. Full of strength, I must manage my team members very well.

Although Teacher Zhang no longer teaches me, her warm and encouraging hands are deeply engraved in my heart. Writing a teacher's essay 10

I looked at this campus with a grateful heart, and found a kind of person who deserved my gratitude the most. That is the engineer of the human soul, that is the silently dedicated spring silkworm, that is the candle that burns itself to illuminate others! That is the teacher.

Teacher is not only two sacred words, but also a sacred profession. I am grateful to the teacher!

Teaching is the responsibility and obligation of teachers. Looking back on the past, your tireless figure appears in front of my eyes again. At that time, I was scratching my head and scratching my head because I couldn't solve a problem. When you saw it, you strode over and asked me what was wrong with concern. When you know why. I fell into deep thought. After a while, you frowned slightly. I know, you did it. You started to tell me, once, I didn't understand, and again, I still didn't understand... You kept telling me tirelessly until I understood. There is a warm current flowing in my heart. Isn't the teacher's spirit admirable?

When the teacher criticizes me, I will not resent it. Because the teacher wants me to become a talented person. Even if you punish me, I will not resent you. Because the teacher "hates iron but cannot turn it into steel". As the saying goes, "a strict teacher produces a good disciple." I don't dare to expect to be a great disciple, but you are that strict teacher. Under your management, I think I will definitely become successful. Thank you, thank you for your heart without regrets!

Educating people is also the responsibility and obligation of teachers. I am like a small sapling. Under your hard management, I am growing vigorously. I firmly believe that under the sunshine of your love, I will grow into a towering tree! Thank you, thank you for your kind heart!

When I have difficulties in life, teacher, you are like my mother! Encourage me to move forward bravely and overcome difficulties. When I was sick, every greeting you gave me was like a spring breeze that nourished my heart. You care for this son like a loving mother.

I give you two words: Mom! Thank you, thank you for your caring heart!

Teacher, if I am a grass, then you are a flower, and it is you who make me no longer lonely; if I am a flower, you are the gardener, who makes me grow healthily; if I am Wheat, you are the spring rain, you make me see hope! So, I am grateful to you!

Thank you! my mom"! I wish you happiness every day! Writing about teachers 11

My head teacher, Teacher Yao, has a pair of big eyes. Not only are her eyes beautiful, but she can also speak.

I remember one time in class, my deskmate and I had an argument over a pen. Teacher Yao shot me a stern look, as if to say: Stop arguing and listen to the class carefully! I immediately stopped arguing, sat down and listened carefully.

After a while, the teacher asked me to answer a question. I was afraid that I would not answer well, so I kept my mouth shut and did not dare to speak. I looked at Teacher Yao and saw that she was looking at me with encouraging eyes, as if to say: Be brave, you can do it. My nervousness suddenly flew out of the sky. After I answered the question loudly, Teacher Yao looked at me with approval, as if to say: Well done, you are great! My heart is as sweet as honey.

Another time, I got up late in the morning and went to school before I had time to eat breakfast. I was hungry all morning. I looked forward and looked forward to it, and finally it was time to have lunch. When I got the rice, I wolfed it down and finished the whole plate of rice in a short time. But I was still very hungry, so I looked at the food on other people’s plates with eager eyes. Teacher Yao saw that I was not full, so she quietly came over and motioned for me to move some of the untouched food on her plate. I was very embarrassed, but from her eyes, I saw a gentle and kind look, as if saying: My child, eat, you are full, you will have the strength to go to class in the afternoon. I suddenly remembered the look in my mother's eyes, so I picked up some meat and ate it with big mouthfuls. I enjoyed this meal very well and felt very full.

This is my teacher, Teacher Yao, whose eyes can speak.

I love the teacher’s eyes, and I love Teacher Yao even more. Writing about teachers 12

My favorite teacher is our class teacher——Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang has jet black hair with a hint of gold; a pair of eloquent eyes that will make you full of confidence when looking at you; a eloquent mouth that always speaks eloquently... But Teacher Zhang His smile is what I remember most.

Teacher Zhang’s smile is sometimes stern; While doing my homework, I tore out two pages. He also lied and said that two pages were missing. Teacher Zhang looked at him, smiled mysteriously at him, and then shook his head gently. In an instant, the male classmate had no choice but to tell the truth. Teacher Zhang did not criticize him, but from then on, the student never failed to complete his homework.

As a department representative, I have also experienced the magic of Teacher Zhang’s smile! I remember that time, I failed in the exam. When I returned home, my parents blamed me in every possible way, which made me fall into a swamp of self-blame. The more I struggled, the deeper I sank... In the afternoon, I came to school dejectedly. As soon as I reached the stairs, I bumped into Teacher Zhang. When Teacher Zhang saw my sad face, he smiled at me and said to me with confidence: "Just because you failed in one exam doesn't mean you can't do it! As long as you work hard, I believe you will do well in the exam. A better tomorrow will belong to you." "Suddenly, I was refreshed, raised my head, and walked to the classroom.

I will always like my teacher Zhang and will always remember her. Teacher Zhang’s smile will always be remembered in my heart. Writing a Teacher's Composition 13

As time goes by, I am already in the first grade of junior high school. Thinking of my former teacher brought me to tears. In the haze of tears, I saw the primary school Chinese teacher again who had love for his students in his eyes.

I remember when we first met her, we thought she was very serious. Just as we expected. We go one step further in our teacher's devil training. For this reason, I have been taught a lot. hehe! It's all my fault for being careless.

Every time I took a test, I would get points deducted because I didn't study the questions carefully. So the teacher told me to review the questions carefully before the exam started. Sigh...this embarrasses me. I was embarrassed to have the teacher remind me to carefully review the questions every day.

However, because of the teacher’s reminder, I no longer make this bad habit. But it still happens sometimes.

When we were about to enter junior high school, the teacher didn’t sleep well for a week in order for us to get good grades in the exam. Just to help us sort out some information. Looking at the red bloodshot eyes of the teacher and the dark circles as black as pandas, my heart felt sour, and the information in my hands burned my palms like fire. After several weeks of hard work, our class achieved the best results.

At that time, we left our alma mater.

When we saw the teacher again, the teacher had changed, her voice had become hoarse, and we could no longer hear her emotional voice. I held the teacher's hand and listened with the teacher to the situation of my former classmates in their respective classes. I also wanted to tell the teacher, but I am timid and get nervous when talking to the teacher. Now I want to take this opportunity to say to her: " Teacher, thank you for your hard work. Why do you care about your students so much, but forget about yourself? "Teacher's essay 14

"Scented Tea" Mathematics Teacher

Teacher Ma is our new math teacher. Compared with Teacher Qian, who is in the first grade of junior high school, Teacher Ma can be said to be the "flower tea" in drinks. My first impression of him was that he was both serious and humorous. Teacher Ma is a very principled teacher: in class, Teacher Ma insists on letting us think independently, but after class, he will never procrastinate or occupy the class. In my mind, it is like scented tea, where bitterness and sweetness complement each other, full of simple fragrance.

"Coffee"-flavored science teacher

Just like last year, our science teacher is a young substitute teacher. The teacher is very beautiful in our hearts. Her young face, soft eyes, and clear voice make us fall in love with her from the bottom of our hearts. Gradually, we also saw that although the teacher is young, he is very domineering: if the homework is not handed in, he must copy it again; if he talks in class, he must stop it even if the whole class stops; if he makes a sound that should not be done in class If you make any sound or movement, the things on your hands will be "turned over" immediately; also, the knowledge points must be mastered by most of the students before they are willing to give up... She is not only demanding on us, but even on herself, which makes us The young teacher was impressed. Science class allows us to think about the bitterness from time to time, and at the same time enjoy the mellow aroma that accompanies the bitterness.

"Cola"-flavored PE teacher

Our PE teacher is a very interesting person, he loves to laugh very much. Students are usually polite to other teachers, but in his class, they are as unrestrained as brothers who have known each other for a long time. He also has many "cool tips" for us to exercise well, such as: playing a small game to let us feel the joy of sports; from time to time in his dialogue with us, he makes us forget the fatigue of exercise and makes us full of confidence... He is like Coke full of bubbles will sting your throat when you first drink it, but if you feel it carefully, we will experience the unparalleled sweetness and make a burp full of laughter.

In addition, we have several new teachers, such as: "plain water" history teacher, "milk flavor" information teacher... I believe that new teachers of various "flavors" will be deployed for us Produce sweeter "delicious food" and let us taste the joy of learning. Writing about teachers 15

Speaking of the word "thank you teacher", I think of the song "Whenever I Walk by the Teacher's Window".

"The stars are shining in the quiet night, and the teacher's room is bright all night long. Whenever I gently walk by your window, the bright light shines on my heart. Every time I think of you, my beloved good teacher, waves of warmth surge in my heart. …”

Without sunshine, there would be no growth of all things; without rain and dew, there would be no fragrance of flowers; without parents, there would be no life for us; but without the teachings of teachers, there would be no progress and progress for us. Growth, so I want to thank my teachers.

Teacher, I thank you. You are like a golden key, leading us who are ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge. Teacher, I thank you. You are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge into our hearts. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a street lamp, shining on us to move forward bravely. Teacher, I thank you. You are like a boatman, pulling us through the rapids. Teacher, I thank you. You warm my heart like fire, and your gentle words like drizzle penetrate my heart and nourish my soul. Teacher, I thank you, you are like the sea, we are a small fish, she massages us with thin waves, allowing us to grow up in this ocean of knowledge.

Teacher, you have cultivated us from an ignorant child to a comprehensively developed student. How much hard work and sweat the teacher has condensed here! Without you, we would have no progress. Teacher, you give us knowledge, give us strength, give us the courage to overcome, and let us move forward bravely. Teacher, we are forever grateful to you.

Teacher, I thank you! Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your selflessness, and thank you for everything you have done for us.